Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs

[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why don't you to my room
Had enough of fucked by business
Ain't enough to my habits
like alcohol so grab it

Had enough of uncool
Loosen up like all the do
Like a in my eyes
a bottle or two tonight

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs

Some and ferascas
And a new philosophy
I don't too much about him
He knows how to make it

With a stash supremo
got any colors going
I took out an ad in Times
Got to keep up the new world

Because oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
Because oh, oh, I'm a

Forget your social
Listen up
We can be so
you can't say a word
Because we're so cool, we're

Okay, there it is, up

Looking all my pictures
in the South
Got a stake in the land
Until my Daddy the gold

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, for the dreadlocks of the suburbs
'Cause oh, oh, I to hold you right now

The more things change, the more they the same [x4]